When I was a little girl, my newly immigrated parents knew nothing about this city. They didn't speak much English and didn't know where to get the things they needed to feed and raise their terribly needy child. My mother found out about Chinatown (the small community that it was at the time), and would walk a long way to get there to buy groceries and household necessities. When it was too cold to walk, she waited for the streetcar, with me in tow. I would've been bundled up, every square inch, in donated sweaters and jackets, or snowpants from Honest Ed's. It was so much colder than my parents had ever been.
Whenever I wait for the streetcar in this city, with all my home-turf knowledge and comfort, I think of what it was like to have been my mother: cold, lost, and persevering.
Country: Canadian x Eastern European 🌷
# of years living in Toronto: Almost 40 years 🌷
What do you love about Toronto: There is so much to love. Since it’s a young city (like a teenager with the car keys and a case of beer) it has growing pains. It should be allowed to grow up and NOT compared to other cities. It’s like a wonderful large small down. All the terrific communities give us the entire cultural world in one spot. The sounds and visuals of a sweet mosaic. It’s a terrific spot on this planet. 🌷
What makes you smile: Almost everything makes me smile. Everything and nothing. I don’t need a reason. It’s a natural reaction to my life.
Thanks for your support and sharing your smile with us. Your smile is contagious and because of wonderful people like you living in our beautiful city a #smileTO package will be hand delivered to fellow Torontonian in need.
On my way home with my daughter (every Wednesday I take her to my place for dinner) this week we noticed an odd curiosity. She was shivering but didn’t really care (they don’t get too cold at that age) and took note. Now, dudes, please correct if I’m wrong but these mystify me: the short stint on either side of Dufferin along St. Clair Ave. W. is lined with vintage lamp posts. I mean old school lamp posts, the kind that go with fedoras, wide suits, suspenders, and jazz. Then they end, abrupt and short.
Why? When? Who did this? Something was happening in this part, I’d bet you, in about the 1920s or even earlier. Cause apparently someone built the area up quiet nice in those times. There were some spectacular theatres.
What is the imagination supposed to do with this? What else did they go with?
How did we survive the night?
For those wondering, the bed is actually made of ice. But on top of the ice, they place a wooden base and then a mattress and some fur skin. Once you're tucked into your North Face Arctic Sleeping Bag, your body actually stays pretty warm. Your face, though, is still cold as it's exposed to the air, so I brought my scarf to cover my face all night! 🙇♀️❄🤧🐼
1️⃣right before we sleep
2️⃣bedtime story with blue bear
3️⃣how pandas hybernate